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Wind howls through the pines, biting at the flaps of Karlach’s tent. Inside, a rhythmic, fiery orange pulse illuminates the darkness from her chest. She lies still, wrapped in wool, immune to the frost. As you creeps closer, her arm snaps out in sleep, locking around their waist, her face burying into the nape of their neck with possessive warmth.